AMYNTAS.
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You know, with all her art assists your love.
AMYNTAS.
Does she await me naked, says my Thyrsis?
Does she await me naked, says my Thyrsis?
THYRSIS.
Naked, I say, she doth await thee—but—
Naked, I say, she doth await thee—but—
AMYNTAS.
That cruel but, and hesitation kill me.
That cruel but, and hesitation kill me.
THYRSIS.
She knows not that you are to find her there.
She knows not that you are to find her there.
AMYNTAS.
Oh! galling end of a delusive tale!
It turns all the preceding sweets to bitter!
Inhuman Thyrsis, how dost thou torment me!
Thou shouldst pour balm into my bleeding wound;
Instead of that thou woundest me afresh,
Causing my former wound to smart, and fester.
Art thou my friend, or hast thou human nature?
Thou seest me overwhelmed with misery;
My load of misery seems to be thy sport;
Instead of striving to alleviate it,
Oh! galling end of a delusive tale!
It turns all the preceding sweets to bitter!
Inhuman Thyrsis, how dost thou torment me!
Thou shouldst pour balm into my bleeding wound;
Instead of that thou woundest me afresh,
Causing my former wound to smart, and fester.
Art thou my friend, or hast thou human nature?
Thou seest me overwhelmed with misery;
My load of misery seems to be thy sport;
Instead of striving to alleviate it,
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